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hello, my name is misty! i write fanfics and make dividers & ao3 workskins for fun. i mainly write for lads right now. my backup blog is @miscellaneous-misty-2. i have a couple of other sideblogs mentioned in my rules post. i'm also on ao3 as miscellaneous_misty. all my fics and textfics will be uploaded on there. requests are open for fics and smau only. you can check if i've accepted your request on my requests post. dms are open to moots for fandom related convos. my asks are open to everyone for anything except fandom discourse and general bashing of certain tropes, fics, or characters. please be respectful online as you would be irl. thank you!
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"What if i were? What if i died right here of low blood sugar because my wife refused to let me have one macaron?โ The seriousness in his voice might have fooled anyone but you.
"Stop being dramatic. Youโre not going to die of hypoglycemia just by skipping one macaron right after your dental appointment.โ With that said, you snatch the plate from his hands and head straight to the kitchen to hide them somewhere he can't find.
When you come back to the living room, you see Zayne lying on the couch with his eyes closed, body still. โZayne, are you okay?โ
A small smile appears on his face at your concerned voice and you roll your eyes. You can't believe what lengths this grown ass doctor with a prestigious medical degree could go for sweets.
You decide to play along and walk over to him, crouching down on the floor. "Oh no. Did the famous cardiac surgeon of Akso hospital dr Zayne Li die of hypoglycemia?โ You fake mourn his pretend death. โWhat a tragedy! I have no choice but to check his heartbeat."
His smile grows bigger, awaiting your touch on his chest, instead he feels them on his crotch.
He grabs your hands off almost immediately and pulls you on top of him, looking equally amused as surprised. "Do you think my heart is located there?โ
โItโs not my fault that they're both big and do a very good job in loving me. Anyone could be easily mistaken.โ you say while tracing a huge penis on his chest.
He seemed pleased with your answer. โWhat if i propose a deal? You show me how much you love me by giving me one macaron and i dedicate both my big attributes to love you back?โ
โYou're trying to sell your body for one macaron?โ
He innocently nods, and you giggle. "As tempting as your offer is, Zaynie." You pat his chest and climb off him. "I'm going to have to pass."
"So my wife would rather see me dead than let my teeth rot?โ
You shake your head, he's acting like a man in withdrawal except his addiction is sweet and so is his suffering. You almost pity him, โYes, no sweets for..... a month.โ
His face falls comically and you turn away, already running before he becomes more dramatic.
Pixel post dividers for everyone! It's not much, but feel free to use them if you'd like.
I don't know the ideal size for these, so let me know if they're too tall. I can make them a bit shorter next time.
A terrifying archetype of yanderes is the yandere who is essential to others.
Theyโre the backbone. Theyโre the strongest. Theyโre absolutely needed by everyone else. So when they start pursuing their darling, they can be as shameless as they want. Whatโs anyone going to do about it? In everyone elseโs eyes, youโre just a price for their help.
In fact, youโre actively given to them. Everyone is happy to hand you over just because of the benefits they bring.
Itโs bad enough that your obsessor is powerful, making escape already difficult. Itโs an entirely different kind of awful to have everyone push you back to them with a smile.
tysm for the wait! i hope you like them >< i'll be probs posting these on my twitter (because i keep forgetting it exists ahah....) 1. pls lemme know or dm me if you don't wanna be posted! 2. also these are the icons/square ver to fit the post better but also lmk if you want the header/wide ver ones! เดฆเตเดฆเดฟ/แ ๏ฝกโธ๏ฝกแ\
a/n: happy tourettes awareness month!! may 15th - june 15th! i never see tics talked about/ written about (bc it's niche i think LMAO!) so i thought i'd do it myself :3 hopefully this will be pushed to anyone who can see themselves in this, i wanted to give us a teeny bit of representation hehe. happy awareness month to any of my tourettesiblings !!! doesn't include sylus soz
reader is not going till adhere to every tourettes experience- i haven't lived them all, i can only pull from my experiences :3
xavier, wc: 394
youโre used to hearing people talk about your tics behind your back, whether it be asking others in hushed voices why you were making faces or laughing and making fun of you. it, unfortunately, came with the territory of having a visible disorder, people donโt tend to care enough to learn about it and make assumptions based on what they see.
work was no different. your coworkers mostly kept their comments behind your back, but they occasionally slipped through the cracks.
a new hunter hadnโt noticed that you and xavier had walked into the break room, his back to you as he talked to another hunter. โi mean, how do they even function like that? surely itโs not safe, how can you dodge a wanderer when you canโt keep your eyes forward?โ
another hunter laughs and nods. โit makes them an easy target. maybe xavier helped them cheat through the entrance exams.โ
the two laughed until you cleared your throat, raising an eyebrow at them when they turned to face you.
both hunters look behind you, eyes landing on xavier, and they backtrack. โoh, we werenโt talking about you-โ
โyes you were.โ xavier interrupts, his head tilts slightly but his voice retaine its usual calmness. โyou must have never watched them train if you think they only passed the hunters exams because i helped them cheat.โ
the two remain quiet, embarrassed flushes rises on their cheeks and necks. they stand with their hands crossed in front of them, looking up at xavier anxiously.
โtheyโre perfectly capable of this job and anything else they decide to set their mind to. having a disability doesnโt make someone useless- itโs important that you donโt treat them like they are.โ
โof course, iโm so sorry xavier.โ one of the hunters says, echoed by the other.
xavier's brows wrinkle slightly in confusion. โwhy are you apologizing to me? iโm not the one you insulted.โ
the hunters turn to you and blabber out apologizes, which you begrudgingly accept, then scamper off somewhere to lick their wounds.
xavierโs hand meets the small of your back, his thumb rubs in soothing circles, letting you know that heโs there, but not babying you. never babying you.
โready for our mission?โ xavier asks you with a grin, not asking you how you are because he knows youโre perfectly fine.
you smile and nod. โready.โ
rafayel, wc: 367
rafayel had a winking problem. not one that you judged him for, of course, given your own winking problem (brought to you by your tourettes), but a problem nonetheless.
heโd only started doing it recently and it was frequent. out at a fancy restaurant? heโs winking at you. walking on the beach? another wink. laying in bed cuddling each other? you guessed it.
you didnโt necessarily mind it at first, thinking he was flirting with you, but he justโฆ kept doing it.
even when the situation wasnโt romantic he would still wink at you- like after a long night out resulting in your head in rafayelโs lap on your cold bathroom floor.
you decided one day to count how many times he would wink at you in a day, curiosity pulling at you.
by dinner time, he was up to 15 winks.
you were stirring a pot of soup and chatting with rafayel when he chuckled quietly and winked at you, a sweet lovesick smile on his face. sighing, you let go of the soup spoon and face him fully.
โmy love, you know i would never judge you, but why do you keep doing that?โ you ask, unable to quell your curiosity.
rafayel places a hand on his hip and regards you, his head tilted slightly and his purple hair falling in front of his eyes. โdoing what?โ
you sigh, hoping you donโt offend him. โwinking at me.โ
โiโm just winkin back at you, cutie.โ he says, smiling and toying with a piece of your hair. โiโm allowed to flirt back with my partner, arenโt i?โ
you take in his words and double over laughing, forcing your words out. โthatโs one of my tics, iโve not been winking at you this whole time- youโve been accidentally mocking me.โ
rafayelโs smile drops and his face instantly pales. โno! no, i havenโt been mocking you on purpose, iโm sorry my pearl- i was just trying to flirt with you!โ
rafayelโs begging and apologies continue on throughout the night, him on his knees at your feet while you cook, his hands on your knees and his pretty eyes looking up at you- all while you laugh in his face.
zayne, wc: 566
having tourettes meant having some days better than others. some days you didnโt even notice your tics, but other daysโฆ were like today.
from the second you opened your eyes this morning, you knew it was going to be a rough day. your breakfast lay scattered across the floor from where you unintentionally shoved it across the counter and your hair remains tangled, unable to run the brush through your hair without smacking yourself in the head with the hard plastic.
seeing that it was no use in trying to do much of anything, you decided to take some medicine to kill the headache forming in all areas of your skull and try to nap it off- some help that did.
hours passed and youโd yet to fall asleep. wonderful. your tics hadnโt eased up in the slightesr, if anything theyโd gotten worse, just like the pounding in your head.
of all days for this to happen it just had to happen on the one day off you managed to snag with zayne.
heโd been called into the hospital early for an emergency, but his text promised heโd be back by 6 in time to get ready for your dinner date.
the apartment door clicked shut exactly at 6 and you jumped out of bed, rushing to your nightstand in an attempt to brush your hair before zayne saw you in this state.
unfortunately, the only thing zayne saw was you hitting yourself in the head with your brush and your fist smacking your side unintentionally.
he frowned and walked over to you, gently taking the brush from your hands and pressing a kiss to your forehead. โbad day?โ
you huff and stay facing away from him, face red with shame. โitโs fine. iโm getting ready and then we can go.โ
while walking into the bathroom, you run into the doorway as your headache, now turned migraine, has decided to take up right behind your eyes, whiting out most of your vision.
โcome lay down with me.โ zayne says gently, his hands on your waist as he directs you to the bed.
you groan and dig your heels into the floor. โno! zayne, weโre going to be late for dinner if we donโt get ready-โ
zayne hums and pulls you to sit beside him on the bed, fingers rubbing at the area on your ribs that he knows you hit often when your attacks get bad. โiโฆ donโt mean to disappoint you, my love, but iโm feeling a little tired. would you be opposed to us staying in for the night? iโll order delivery.โ
you glare in his direction, knowing heโs not tired in the slightest and just doing this to make you feel better about needing to stay home.
โmmh. fine. but only because you're tired.โ you lay down and pull zayne down on top of you, the pressure helping your body relax.
zayne cradles your head to him and huffs out a laugh. โof course.โ
for the next several hours, zayne stayed with you through your tic attack, comforting you. once the food was delivered, he fed you small bites so you wouldnโt end up spilling the food like you did with your breakfast- which he cleaned up in the kitchen.
zayne never once made you feel bad for canceling plans because of your tourettes, always helping you manage them the best he could.
caleb, wc: 343
caleb was in your shared kitchen refilling your waterbottle while you animatedly tell your friends the rules to a game on the tv. he smiled at your excitement.
gideon walked into the kitchen and punched caleb in the shoulder in greeting, refilling his own cup with soda. โhey, man.โ
caleb nodded. โwhats up gid?โ
gideon paused while screwing the cap back onto the soda bottle. โcan i ask you something out of innocent curiosity?โ
โmmhm, whatโs up?โ caleb screwed your waterbottle lid back on and turned to his friend, head tilted while he waits.
โwhy do they keep making faces?โ
calebโs brows furrowed in thought, turning to look at you. you were just smiling and laughing, not doing anything strange. โwhat, smiling? i dunno, why do you smile, gid?โ he joked, thinking gideon was messing with him.
gideon scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, feeling like an ass for even bringing it up. โno, no, not the smiling- the smiling is great, if you ask me everyone should smile-โ
โaaaany day now.โ caleb drawls out, smiling at his friends awkward rambling.
gideon sighed deeply and came out with it. โi mean how they scrunch their nose and stretch their mouth open. thereโs nothing wrong with it, of course, i was just curious as to why they do it.โ
caleb turned back to look at you, zeroing in on your features. sure enough, you were doing the things gideon mentioned and more. heโd spent so much time with you that he didnโt even notice your tics anymore, they were justโฆ a part of you.
this was something about caleb that you appreciated deeply. he didnโt treat you any differently because of your tourettes, and he didnโt bring attention to them.
it was comforting knowing that you could be unapologetically yourself around caleb and he wouldnโt bat an eye or laugh at you. it was a relief that you didnโt have to worry about him mocking you or talking down on you because of your disability.
caleb explained your situation to gideon, the end.
a/n pt2: can you tell i ran out of energy with caleb's? i hurried up and 'finished' it for this hehe. i couldn't for the life of me think of a unique idea for sylus :,) also ik this is not my best work at all, especially caleb's. i'm still trying to connect with him again after losing him hmmmmm.
I've had these prints made a while ago, one because I wanted to have a physical version of my digital art, and also because I was thinking of entering the convention space. The latter didn't work out for various reasons, and now I have these prints still.
I want to give some of them away for free, to give back the love that you guys have given me! This will be a raffle, and winners will be chosen at random. Below are the rules and prize tiers of the giveaway!
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- Must be based in the United States: International shipping is confusing and I haven't quite figured out the best way to handle that yet, so apologies for my international followers, hopefully next time I do a giveaway I can include everyone!
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Everyone can choose to get all three prints, regardless of when you were drawn! If you want only one or two, that is fine as well! It is your choice!
- 1st draw: Sylus Keychain + 1-3 Sylus Art Prints
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wanna introduce your mc and your LI? ูฉ(>แด<)ู
here's a cute little template you can use! ๐ผnote: i put two picture slots because lads has some variations that i wanna add |๏ฝฅฯ๏ฝฅ๏ฝ) (blobbu, ancient china, chibis, myths, etc) but you can put whatever in there LOL ๐ผnote 2: i changed it from yumeship to general ship chart if anyone wanted to use it for their other lads ship (แต ยด โ ห หถ)
thank you genius @miscellaneous-misty for coming up with the shipname <3
my mc's age is the same as mine but when i wrote zayne and my age side by side it looked illegal (sorry old man) so i changed it to 25 except i accidentally wrote 52 which im only just realising while typing this out (misty was right, the sleep deprivation is melting my brain). anywayyyyyy 52 isn't even that old, zayne would still be down bad.
my mc is a mix of chaotic and lawful, she's a disaster with morals. and when it comes to expressing her love to zayne, she's all out, no holding back and quite annoying about it (zayne likes it tho). she mostly sunshine, but now and then when it's rainy, zayne helps her get her light back. she loves when he gets professional and starts reciting medical facts, she thinks it's so hot and smooches him right away.
in battle, she trusts him with her whole chest. he's got her weak ass back, she doesn't have to think about it.
ohh and she prefers being called by her real name instead of a petname/nickname cause it sounds pretty when he says it.ย
52 IM CRYING LMAOOOO zayne really loves the gilfs huh ๐ญ the age thing is understandable i lowkey feel like my age makes sylus look like a cradle robber too im so sorry king ๐ญ
btw i love that zayne's nickname is babygirl and he's the little spoon that's so cute <333 and the fact that he's more likely to wait than confess like ugh zayne you pining yearning idiot ๐ฅน
~600 words, sfw, fluff, caleb x gn!reader, soft caleb, divider by @suupersonic
"So this is your daily skincare routine?"
"Yep."
Caleb is standing in your bathroom wearing a fluffy orange headband that pushes his hair back away from his forehead. It's the kind used for keeping your hair out of your face when you do skincare. You bought a matching pair for him and yourselfโhis headband has a plush red Sunny Apple in the middle, and yours has the green Sunny Apple. He's also wearing the matching pajamas you bought, orange ones with cute dogs patterned on the fabric. You nod seriously, thinking to yourself about how you did a good job coordinating these outfits. Caleb stares at all the skincare products littered across the bathroom sink with a raised eyebrow.
"Even on the days you have work?"
"Yep, and now, we're going to do it together."
Caleb sighs and shakes his head with a helpless smile on his face, raising his hand to his forehead. "...Right."
"Taking care of your skin is important, you know!" you say, brandishing a jade roller towards him. "Shouldn't you know that, Mr. Glass Skin?"
"I just use a cleanser in the morning sometimes if I feel like it. I had no idea there were so many different products you can put on your face."
"Bastard!" you swear, grabbing his face and squishing it with one hand. "Curse you and your clear skin genes!"
Caleb looks silly, startled with wide eyes and lips puckered up like a fish. He pries your hand off his face, grasping your wrist gently. He meets your glare with an adoring smile. "Well, my skin's not perfect." Caleb looks at himself in the mirror. "I noticed some sunspots forming on the side of my face. It's probably because of the sun exposure I get from flying hours on end." His smile fades by just the slightest bit. "I should wear sunscreen more often."
You shake his hand off your wrist now, even more annoyed than before. You suddenly pinch his cheeks, hard.
"Ow! Whatโ"
You let go and kiss his cheeks right where the sunspots are, leaving Caleb stunned.
"You should wear sunscreen because it lowers your risk of cancer," you say, gripping the collar of his shirt. "Not because of the sunspots. I like the way they look on your skin."
Any shred of doubt or anxiety melts away from Caleb's expression. He pulls you in for a hug, holding you tightly to his chest. Caleb nuzzles the top of your head with his face, bumping your headband slightly. "You got it, Colonel. Now, put me through your skincare bootcamp."
By the end of your skincare routine, you both have soft and luminous skin. You cross your arms and tilt your chin up smugly. "How does it feel to have such moisturized skin, Colonel?"
Caleb rubs his chin. "It feels like we should be preparing for a magazine photo shoot by this point."
"But was it relaxing?"
You look so cute, tugging on his arm, eagerly awaiting his answer. You're always so concerned for his health, both mentally and physically. It washes over his heart like sunlight passing through dewdrops on a hot summer morning. Like a sunflower that tilts towards the sunshine, Caleb wants to follow your warmth wherever you go. Youโve transformed his heart into a heliotrope with your love. Caleb grasps your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.
"Any activity is relaxing when I'm with you," he murmurs.
You smile with relief. Every weekend now features at least one morning of self-care for the both of you to share together. Maybe next time, you'll buy some face masks to try together with him!
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